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It Hurts When I Stop Talking
Blog started in Jan 2005: 1st entries for Write in Every Genre. Then the REAL ME begins
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Entry #689927, added on 03-11-10 @ 10:55 am EST
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Really? Is this what's keeping me up at night?Entry #689927
Perhaps watch too much CSI and Criminal Minds (it scares me sometimes to think that Criminal Minds is one of my husband's favorite series, but we're intelligent folk, and it's curiously stimulating)...Really, I know that it's a drama, but I'm still a pretty sweet type (with an inquiring mind) and my perception of how much "bad" may exist in the world is a bit tweaked by this strange mixture of viewing nighttime dramatized fiction (based on pulled from the headlines reality) and waking up to news on NPR.

Last night, one of the thoughts in my head (it really just popped in there) was why can't society, as it struggles with recessionary conditions, let prisoners go hungry to feed more law-abiding members. Not talking starvation -- just turn the tables. People who are productive, working poor are eating less. I'm there. I'm an American learning a good lesson in consuming less, fighting obesity, etc. because my money just isn't buying as much anymore. I'm saying this is my reality -- I do not eat 3 meals a day. I probably don't eat what you could call 2 meals a day in calories. And for some reason, eventhough I'd had a good dinner and filled my stomach, this cockamamie idea pops into my head before I drift off to sleep.

This disturbs me. I am creating a class distinction. I'm not on the "lowest rung," and so I classify incarcerated robbers and murderers as deserving less than myself or my family. Is it just stupid human survival instinct? Am I suddenly and randomly reactionary in my thoughts rather than serene and compassionate? Trust me, last night, it sounded like a good idea.

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